Disarm her

No way can I fight with that thing in play, have to get rid of it.

Warrior slowly paces the ring, spear held out in both hands. You drag your feet towards (it) her. Crowd ripples with low noise. She dashes, you scurry, she feints, you dodge. She chuckles, clearly enjoying the upper hand.

"Somethin' wrong boyo?"

When you try to step in she pokes the prick at your face, you dart back, the crowd chuckles.

"You pokin' yurs at me all night but you scared o' mine? Bloody Jessie."

Your foe lunges & stabs, you duck sideways but a twirling staff cracks your head.

"Almos' got it. Come on, go again. "

This is ridiculous! Say something, do something!

You growl "gimme that fucking thing!" & dive for the spear, so the Warrior raises the end & smacks your nose. Blinded & holding your face, you don't see her strike your side, your shoulder, your balls, pushing you back step-by-step.

"This isn't usually how people get whipped by a stick here but hey, I'll take it." At least the announcer's enjoying this.

5 or 6 blows **** you into a corner, where your foe's spear pins you by the throat. She has all the leverage. Also, you're scared shitless.

"Relax. Ya might even enjoy it a bit." Her chortle is half confidence half hornyness.

Even now your body betrays you. Firm tits & solid abs pressing into you. Her wet warrior pussy sits on your cock, pre-cum mixes together. Blood rushes down to your hard-on & abandons your head, where your need it to stay conscious. The first black spot enters your vision.